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No one says a word, but I don’t miss Dad’s deep sigh of resignation and Mom’s subtle‘tsk’from the stove.
All I can do is glare at Spencer. It’s okay for me to joke about our height difference, but I won’t accept it from anyone else, not even my brother.No one makes fun of my girl.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. That was rude, but you have to admit, it’s pretty hilarious. The sex must really be something to watch.” Spencer laughs harder at his own comment.
Anger fumes out of my ears, and my jaw clenches so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t crack under the pressure. It’s taking all my self-control not to leap over the table and strangle him.
“Spence, I’m warning you, watch your mouth, because I’m seconds away from punching you in the face,” I tell him through gritted teeth.
Mom chooses that moment to walk in with the steaks, placing them in the center of the table. She looks my way with sympathy in her eyes. “Please don’t hit your brother, Silas.”
She’s seen us get into way more fights than any mother should see coming from her children. My brother tends to like picking and probing at people until they snap. And I snap easily.Well, I used to.
“Yeah, Sy. Stop being such a bully,” my brother says in a taunting way.
“Fucking troublemaker.” I shake my head with a small smile lining my lips.
That’s the thing about me and Spence, we’ll fight to the point where it can get physical. But the moment it’s done, we go back to loving each other, no grudges held.
Once the table is set and everyone is seated, we begin to feast. We chit-chat about any topic that’s brought up, but the whole time I can feel my mother’s eyes tracking my every movement. When I look her way, she smiles, but I can tell she’s holding her tongue.
“What is it, Mom?”
“You really like her, don’t you?”
My smile grows the more I think about the answer to that specific question. “Yeah, I really do.”
She beams at me with adoration. “Grandbabies...?” she asks tentatively, her voice lowering like she’s afraid she might spook me. And normally, that question does.But not today.
My parents have always been excited at the idea of me settling down. I’ll be thirty in three months, and they were starting to worry that I would never grant them theirwish to be grandparents. God knows there’s no good reason to expect that from Spencer. He’ll never be one to settle; the man sleeps with anything that moves.
I know what she’s asking. Not if we’re having a child, but whether I see a possibility of a future—including children with Cecilia. The answer is yes, without hesitation.
I meant what I said when I spoke about it with Clay and Greyson. I can feel it down to my soul.That woman will be my wife.
I reach my hand over the table and grab hers, giving a slight squeeze.
“Yeah, Mom. Grandbabies.”
Chapter twelve
Cecilia
Backwards caps and giant teddy bears.
~The Next Day ~
I wake up bright and early, filled with excitement for this week. We’re finally setting up the project I’ve been working hard on all month. Eleonor Margot, a French socialite, is hosting a fundraising gala for endangered sea creatures. It’s a good cause, but in my personal opinion, it’s probably just an excuse for a party.
The event is taking place Thursday night in one of New York’s historical buildings. Which means Wednesday will be an out-of-office workday, and Thursday will be a long one. But I don’t mind, this will be my first big event with the wealthy.
I arrive at work before everyone else, as I always do. Amanda admires my punctuality, which is one of the reasons I was appointed to the Margot project even though I’ve only been with the company for a month.
Yes, we all work together on events, but since I’m its main coordinator, everything falls back on me. If things go south, it’s my reputation that’s on the line as well as Wilson Events.
It’s a little past ten when Eddy, our mailman, knocks at my open office door with a bouquet of roses in a crystal vase with Emma following right behind him.
“Delivery for you, Cece,” he states.
